“Get undressed. Now.”
Chapter Five
Lacy fought hard to hide her grin as she tugged her t-shirt over her head. It was simply a stroke of luck that her new toys had arrived that morning and she’d decided to unpack them to take a peek. After that, she’d lost track of time, fantasizing about Logan using all the toys on her until she’d been late for work and had left them lying on the bed.
Logan was still resistant to a relationship, but Lacy wasn’t sure why. Whatever was holding him back wasn’t something he was ready to talk to her about. So she needed to find ways to keep him returning to her bed until he was. She didn’t intend to give up on him. Especially not now, when it was obvious they were so perfect for each other.
Once she was naked, she waited, curious about what he would ask her to do next. He was looking at her treasure trove of naughty toys intently.
“You really want to try all of this?”
“Yes.” She was taken aback by his uncharacteristic hesitance. She wasn’t used to seeing Logan unsure of himself. Typically, he was the king of confidence. “Of course I do.”
“You’re not doing this just to please me, because you think it’s what I want?”
Lacy frowned, wondering where his questions were coming from. This was the first time he’d shown this touch of reticence. “I love what we do together. It doesn’t just please you, Logan. God, you’re giving me orgasms that make my teeth rattle. It’s amazing.”
He considered that, and then—finally—the dominant lover she’d come to adore reemerged. His gaze swept over her naked form.
“Get on the bed. Lay down on your back in the center.”
As she moved into position, Logan swept the toys to one side of the bed.
“You forgot something,” he said as he walked toward her closet.
“What’s that?”
“Handcuffs.”
Lacy squeezed her legs together and cursed herself for the oversight. “I’ll steal some from Evan’s house tomorrow.”
He chuckled. “I’d prefer to buy you some. Last thing we need is Evan arresting his kinky kid sister for stealing his cuffs.” He opened the closet door. “Scarves?”
“They’re in a box right there on the floor.”
He followed her direction and tugged the box out. Opening it, he searched until he found several long scarves that apparently suited his purpose.
Lacy squirmed on the bed, wishing for the millionth time she hadn’t taken sex off the table. As fun as the toys looked, she would never be fully sated until Logan was buried deep inside her.
She watched as he approached the bed. He looked so large, so serious, so powerful. A sane woman would probably be terrified. Lacy felt nothing but excitement.
“Lift your hands above your head.”
Lacy obeyed, directing her hands toward opposite sides of the headboard.
He shook his head. “No. Cross your wrists.”
She moved them together. In her fantasies, she was always spread eagle. The idea that he would tie her up some other way had her heart racing at a dangerous pace.
Logan rested one knee on the mattress by her side as he reached up, tying her wrists together and then securing them to the headboard. Her arms were stretched taut, and she didn’t bother to test the knots for more than a second or two. Those suckers weren’t coming loose.
Logan rose from the bed and pulled his t-shirt over his head. She was treated to a visual feast of muscular arms, six-pack abs and smooth, tanned skin she longed to lick like an ice cream cone. She hoped the striptease would continue, but Logan stopped with just the shirt.
“Pants,” she suggested hopefully.
His eyes narrowed and she knew she’d made some sort of faux pas. “I won’t gag you this time because it’s all new to you and I want you to be able to say your safe word. So here’s your only warning. We’re doing this my way.”
“So…in other words, no suggestions from the peanut gallery. Got it.”